The White Hill Bar is located above San Nicolaas, along a country road where I normally ride my bicycle. It’s a tiny joint, attached to a house, and staffed by a single old chap who listens to the radio at full volume.
This place is different from your average rum shop in that it doesn’t have a busy trade. It’s mostly just a few guys talking early in the morning or late in the afternoon. The selection of beverages is small, too, a few different soft drinks, a few types of beer. Pastechi are on sale in the morning, but I’m not a fan of those. Either way, when I pass by on my bike around 7am it’s a relief to pop in for a cold bottle of water or juice. Thus, if you’re cruising about the island and want to meet some local people, don’t hesitate to give a place like this a try.
Bon dia from Aruba.
As you can see, more than one showed up. In fact a whole gaggle of them did.
This gang munched away to their hearts’ content. Now, if I could only teach them how to paint, I’d be all finished up here at my shack.
I like to ride my bicycle from Savaneta over to the point where I took this photo. The route takes me past the location of the new windmills and several other interesting sites. There is very little traffic, which makes for safer riding, too. The landscape on the windy side can be dramatic, with cliffs, crashing surf, herds of wild goats, and the occasional ship far off at sea. If you take this drive, use caution, take water and a cellphone, and don’t go alone.
These three grouper were brought in to Zeerovers in Savaneta, Aruba, DWI. And there is a big old tomcat who loiters for guts and stuff, as do the pelicans. What a meal!
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